I came out alone on my way to my tryst. <br />But who is this that follows me in the silent dark? <br />I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not. <br />He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger; <br />he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter. <br />He is my own little self, my lord, he knows no shame; <br />but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his company.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-is-this-7/
